Glenda's phone call awakened me Saturday morning. Kitty had been asleep when I returned Friday night and I had been careful not to awaken her. Although she would probably have approved of my actions with Tammy and Jack, I didn't want to run the risk of getting her excited. The session with that highly sexed youngster had left my balls feeling like a couple of bags of dust.
"Have you set everything up for tonight?" Glenda demanded. "Do you realize that I haven't been screwed for almost a week?"
I grinned, coming awake and discovering that the eight hours sleep had replenished my internal bank. My cock was semi-hard.
"Don't tell me you haven't used the vibrator!" I teased.
"You're damn right!" she exclaimed. "But that's not like that big fuckpole of yours!" Her voice softened. "I need it, sweetheart! Baby has to have her cock! You know that!"
"Baby will get it," I assured her. "What time are you coming over?"
"Clyde and Velvet think I'm spending the night with Mabel Carson. She's covering for me. I can be there by eight. Okay?"
I admitted that I hadn't got around to setting the stage with Kitty. Then I added, "That won't be a problem. Like I told you, she's still a virgin, technically. But she's a hot little number."
Glenda described in minute detail exactly what she planned to do to me, with or without Kitty's cooperation. By the time she rang off I was nursing a hard which I was tempted to carry into Kitty's bedroom for analysis and treatment. But if I planned to do justice to the coming evening, I had better conserve my dwindling reserve. I packed it off to the typewriter instead and spent the next couple of hours grinding out a lurid description of the promises Glenda had just made.
Kitty blew me a kiss as she passed the door and began preparing breakfast, humming softly until I stopped banging on the Underwood and padded in to demand a cup of the coffee she had just made.
The gaping robe she had carelessly tossed about those cute curves didn't do much to lower my blood pressure, and she complicated matters even more by massaging my chest with those delightful tits as she collected her morning kiss.
Over the coffee, I explained about Glenda and her plans for the night. The girl's eyes brightened. Anything I wanted, she informed me, was agreeable with her.
We took turns in the shower and spent an hour at the supermarket, restocking my kitchen. Then I dropped by the liquor store and lugged my purchase back to the car.
"Do you suppose," Kitty mused as I climbed in, "that I could do it if I got really loaded?"
"Not with me," I answered curtly. "I want you in full possession of every faculty, baby."
We dropped the groceries off at the apartment and paid a visit to the museum. Kitty dragged me to a halt in front of a Greek statue which boasted a diminutive penis above a pair of equally small testicles.
"Would you believe," she whispered, "that I used to look at the statues back home and think how big they were? How would you like to pose for a sculptor?"
"With a hard?" I grinned.
"How else?" she countered. "I think museums would attract larger crowds if they showed things like that."
I didn't argue the point. I've always wondered if the artists and sculptors who turned out such magnificently muscled bodies couldn't have done a far better job with the more important portions of the male and female anatomy. Most of the females appear capable of taking on an Arabian stallion, while the male organs resemble fat little noodles.
It was six by the time we got home and seven by the time we had finished with the TV dinners and started in on the first drink of the evening.
Kitty disappeared into the shower and came back with a filmy negligee and not a damned thing on underneath. I gave a low whistle.
"You are a walking invitation to rape," I informed her.
She gave a suggestive drive of those boyish hips and shoved her plump little cunt at me. "Why do you think I put it on?" she grinned. Her face became serious. "Damn it! Why do I want it so much? Then, when I get the chance to actually do it, I chicken out! Shit!"
I had to laugh. She looked so damned sexy, yet so completely helpless in her confusion. For a moment she glared at me, half angrily. Then she saw the humor of the thing and joined in the laughter, her breasts jiggling and the little cherry tips dancing up and down under the negligee.
It was ten till eight when the telephone rang and I stopped trying to calculate the exact dimensions of Kitty's golden triangle to answer it.
It was Glenda, her voice hissing along the wire like an angry snake. One of those crazy, once in a lifetime coincidences had occurred, tossing our plans into the proverbial cocked hat.
Clyde, her husband, had bumped into Jim Carson that afternoon and Jim had suggested a foursome for the evening. Since Glenda hadn't mentioned Mabel Carson's alleged invitation, the only real problem was having our evening shot to hell.
"Goddamn it!" she complained. "I can't stop thinking about you and that waterbed! What am I gonna do?"
"Relax!" I soothed her. "We'll be back to normal next week and we can make up for lost time."
"That's not helping the way I feel right now!" she blazed back at me. "I need that big dick!"
She had to hang up quickly when Velvet came into the bedroom and there was just time to remind me that mine wasn't the only available tool in town, a fact of which I was fully aware. There wasn't enough time for me to answer that hers wasn't the only pussy, but I figured she knew that anyway.
Kitty was watching me with questioning eyes as I replaced the phone. "Isn't she coming?" she asked.
I wagged my head, explaining the mixup. "So, there's just the two of us." I got up and headed for the bar and a refill.
"Is that so bad?" Kitty demanded, following me and holding her glass in readiness. "Maybe I'll be able to make it."
We sank down onto the couch and I stretched out to place my head in her lap, feeling the heat of her cunt against the nape of my neck. Without any preliminaries, I lowered the drink to the coffee table and turned my face toward her warm belly, easing the filmy negligee aside until my lips could rove over the soft sweetness of her young flesh, kissing her just above the golden curls that hid her inviting slit.
She gave a little shiver and managed to get rid of her drink. Then she was leaning toward my middle, her fingers tugging at my zipper. I grabbed her hand.
"Hold it!" I said roughly. "Let's do this right."
I stood up just long enough to shed my clothes and help her out of that negligee and, before I could sit down again, she was on her knees, her hand wrapped about my swelling shaft and her lips fastened greedily about the sensitive knob.
Slowly, making sure I didn't pull my cock from that delightful grip, I eased my tail onto the couch and let her move in between my knees, slipping my fingers through those blonde waves and urging her head down a little farther.
Kitty was laving my cock with rapid swirlings of her hot tongue, tightening her lips about the shaft and sucking with increasing force. One hand dipped down to cradle my balls, squeezing them with just enough pressure to make my ass start hunching in time with the up and down motion of her mouth. The other hand was wrapped about the base of my prick, pumping and milking, drawing little spurts of pre-orgasmic cream from me with that delicious suction.
"Jesus!" I whispered, leaning back so I could see the way her lips curved about my cock. "That feels good! Are you gonna go all the way for me?"
Her teeth slid against my hardness as she gave me a quick nod and a little nasal whimper of assurance. She might be afraid to admit my prick into that little pussy, but she had decided to give me a complete blowjob. It was no time to do anything but settle down to enjoying the way her tongue was curving and twisting, pressing my cock up against her palate as she took it into her mouth, then dancing about the tip in a nervous fluttering as her head lifted to let it slide out again.
I wanted her in a different position, one which would enable me to do a little feasting of my own. But I didn't want to do anything which might break the rapport we had established. Kitty was enjoying her work and, although she was far from being an expert, she was managing to provide all the necessary elements of a first-rate blow job.
I couldn't help wondering what Nadine, my sister, would say if she were to walk in and see her daughter slobbering away on my prick, moaning and whimpering in between the long, deep tugs that kept my ass bouncing in happy cooperation. It probably wouldn't cause Nadine to raise an eyebrow, except to urge Kitty into a little more speed so she could move in for her own share.
Then, as the pleasure ripples became giant waves in my belly, I stopped thinking about anything but sliding my prick in and out between those wet, warm lips, and trying to get Kitty to suck a little harder. Each time the head slipped past the soft palate and rubbed the hotter area, far back in her mouth, the sensation became more intense, and her fingers slid a little closer to the base of my cock, feeding more of it between those greedy lips.
My prick gave a jerk, making her lips retreat to a firm grip just below the rim of the pulsating head. There, she tightened them and sucked me with a hunger that drew my come in savage spurts, lancing against her dancing tongue as her hand flashed up and down, fingers squeezing to add to my pleasure.
She didn't swallow until she had sucked the last drop from my throbbing cock. Then, with a little gurgle of satisfaction, she let the thick semen slide down her throat in two noisy gulps, keeping the head of my tool firmly entrenched inside that eager young mouth.
"Did I do it right?" she whispered, retreating to kiss my shaft and run her tongue over the hairy balls she had cupped in her palm. "I wanted to make it good for you."
"Wonderful!" I panted, stroking her blonde hair. "That tongue nearly drove me wild!"
She sat back on her heels, resting her arms on my thighs and staring at the column she had sucked so thoroughly. It was still hard, and I would have welcomed a second invasion of those moist lips. But, if I played things just right, I might persuade her to even more exciting pursuits.
"Let's have another drink," I suggested. I leaned forward and lifted her lovely face, covering her mouth with mine and tasting the faint musk of my own semen as her tongue slid between my teeth. My hand sought the contour of her right breast and found the nipple strutted against my palm, warm and damp with the dew of perspiration.
"You know," she admitted, breathing against my chin, "I almost made it."
I kissed the tip of her nose. "A lot of girls come when they do that," I told her. "I used to know one who couldn't make it any other way."
She got to her feet, making no effort to hide the exciting view of her silken crotch, and wiggled that cute little ass over to the bar to freshen our drinks. Over her shoulder, she called, "Tell me about her."
"That was at college," I answered. "You were about eight or nine years old."
She turned, holding the glasses and leaning against the bar. "Did you know I used to hope you'd make a pass at me when I was just a kid?"
I grinned. "I thought about doing it," I admitted. "You had a sexy little bottom. But you were always so damn shy!"
She wiggled back to hand me a drink and stood sipping her own. "One of my girl friends used to jack her brother off almost every night. He was a lot older than her, of course."
"Did he ever do it to her?" I asked.
She nodded. "Finally. She was nearly eleven then. After that, she couldn't get enough. I think she screwed half the boys in school."
She sat down on the couch, at the far end, where our bodies wouldn't touch. "Tell me about that girl," she said. "The one who came when she went down on you."
"Her name was Helen," I began. "A tall girl with a set of fabulous knockers and a pair of thighs that we used to call nut-crackers."
I hadn't seen Helen Crompton in years. But the memory of her oral artistry was still fresh in my mind. She seemed, at first contact, to be a real iceberg, and most of the other students gave her a wide berth when they found out she couldn't be laid on the first date.
I met her on a blind date and, since I had already been briefed on her assumed frigidity, I played it cool, not trying to go beyond a little heavy necking in the back seat of Tom Lawson's old Buick. She was cooperative as hell with her tongue and made no objection when I opened her blouse and started munching on those big tasty nipples.
In the front seat, Tom was already pounding the meat to one of our appreciative little cheerleaders, so neither of them was paying any attention to what we were doing in the back.
I grabbed Helen's hand and dragged it down to where my cock was trying to shove its way out of my slacks and pressed her fingers about the throbbing length. It was just as if I had lit a firecracker under the girl. Still shoving her tongue down my throat in excitement, she had me unzipped and my tool pulled out before I knew what was happening.
Before that, I had had to persuade my dates to lower their pretty heads over my rearing manhood, and more than a few had flatly refused. But Helen didn't wait for an invitation. She went down on me like a steam-heated suction pump, and that tongue performed like a sex-crazed snake.
Once her lips slid over the engorged head, they kept right on sliding until she had the entire cock in her mouth and throat and her nose was buried against my pubic arch. Since that was the first time any girl had taken the whole works, I damn near blew my load right then and there. As it was, she managed about a dozen full-length strokes with those hot wet lips before I blasted my come between her tonsils.
As she gulped my cream, her ass jerked and wiggled on the seat and she kept whimpering in between the quick swallows. When it was over, I asked her if she had really climaxed, and she admitted that she had.
About a week later, she let me take her to a motel and screw her, working her hips cooperatively until I unloaded in that tight little cunt. But, she informed me, she didn't enjoy it. Her pelvic action was all for my benefit.
Only when I crammed my cock into that hungry mouth did she start whining her way to an orgasm that left her pussy dripping and ready for another furious assault.
For about a year and a half, until she dropped out of school and went back to some hick town in south Georgia, she gave me all the pussy I could handle. But, for each deposit in that delightfully tight snatch, I had to provide another for her greedy mouth.
"Wow!" Kitty exclaimed when I finished the recital. "She must have been some girl!"
She was a little tipsy from the liquor, but she insisted we have at least one more. In between sips, she leaned over and ran her tongue over the head of my cock, giggling as I shivered. The ice in the drink made her tongue feel like a cold snake.
When the glasses were empty, she rose to her feet, swaying a little, and tugging at my hand.
"I want to tryout that waterbed!" she insisted.
The whiskey had enveloped me in a warm glow and I would have cooperated in anything she suggested. The very least that would happen would be a repeat of that exciting oral job. Happily, I followed her wriggling ass into my bedroom and watched her plop down on the undulating surface.
Before she could object, I was on top of her, my mouth clamped over her parted lips and my chest pressing down on those warm, firm tits. Her legs parted and I adjusted my hips to bring the head of my cock into position, just touching the juicy lips of her virginal cunt, pressing just enough to part the tender labia and let the heat of her vagina bathe my pulsing glans.
"Baby!" I breathed, releasing her lips and moving my mouth against hers. "Let me put it in!"
"Oh! Uncle Steve!" she whimpered, her arms tightening about my neck and her thighs clamping my hips. It was neither a positive nor a negative reaction. She was afraid to say yes, and too hot to say no. I could feel the delightful nibble as the cuntal sphincter tightened and relaxed. I pushed a little harder and the hot tissues gripped the head of my prick like a pair of incredibly tight lips.
"Ohhhhhhh!" she moaned, her nails digging into my shoulders.
She had her eyes closed and her lower lip tucked between her teeth. But she still hadn't said no. So, I gave her a little more.
"Unnngggrrr!"
It was like shoving through a tight rubber band. The head slipped into her vaginal sheath and the lips clamped about the shaft in a continual flexing. Inside, the tissues seemed to roll and shudder about the glans. Jesus! It felt good! I told her so.
"Just a little more, sweetheart!" I pleaded, feeling the pressure of her thighs relax a little. There was no hymenic barrier. Just the incredible tightness as I fed my cock into the slowly yielding cunt.
"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" she whined, her legs creeping up to encircle my waist. Her ass gave a little jerk and the bed made the motion slide her pussy upward another inch, becoming an undulation that frictioned my cock in and out with short, rhythmic strokes that massaged her vaginal lips and stroked the aroused membrane just inside the opening.
She sucked in a deep breath and reached up for a little more, drawing my prick into her with savage contractions and instinctive wigglings of her invaded pelvis.
"That's it!" I panted, trying to keep from ramming it in. "Keep working that ass, baby!"
The feel of that slippery grip was almost more than I could take without blowing my stack. But we were making headway. Little by little, inch by inch, my cock was sliding into her pussy. What made it so delightful was the waterbed's action. No matter how she moved, her cunt slid up and down, and that gave the head of my prick a massage that was drawing me closer and closer to an orgasm I couldn't long resist.
Suddenly, a violent shudder rippled through her body and her ass jerked out of control, grinding in the convulsive spasms of a climax that threatened to chew my cock off as the vagina squeezed and relaxed.
"Uuuuhhh!" she gasped, helpless for the moment to do anything but enjoy the shockwaves of ecstasy. It was the moment I had waited for.
With a grunt of pleasure, I shoved my cock into her until my balls were rolling against her writhing ass and my pubic bone was rubbing the clitoral wedge. Kitty's eyes popped open and stared at me in sheer unbelief. Her pussy was flexing and shivering about nine inches of throbbing cock.
"Uncle Steve!" she whispered fiercely, pulling my lips down to hers, starting to rotate her ass underneath me.
Then there was no need for words. I pulled back until the head of my cock was trapped by the tight lips of her cunt and rammed it home, making her grunt as the head plunged through the resisting tissues and thrust against her cervical entrance. The water bed rolled and her ass described a swift, helpless bobbing that jabbed the bottom of her hot pussy upward with each undulation.
"UR! UR! UR!" Since I had her mouth covered and her tongue pulled out as far as I could suck it, all she could do was make a nasal grunting at the constant thumping inside her hungry cunt. I got about five or six good thrusts in before she was whimpering her way through another orgasm, her juices bubbling up about my shaft and soaking my balls. I didn't pound her while she was coming. Instead, I worked my ass in a quick circling that massaged the entire length of her vagina until she was almost out of her mind with pleasure.
Then, while she caught her breath, I slipped my hands beneath the firm globes of her ass and got a good grip. Kitty seemed to realize that I was getting ready for the home stretch and she locked her ankles a little higher on my waist.
"Fuck me!" she hissed, spasming her vagina about my prick with intentional contractions. "Fuck me hard!"
"Jesus!" I groaned, driving in and out with increasing speed and force, my belly slapping against hers and my balls making a sucking sound as they flopped wetly against her wriggling ass.
Faster and faster, each stroke sending a bolt of ecstasy through my felly and increasing the pressure in my loaded balls, my fingers clutching at her writhing ass and lifting the juicy cunt higher, filling it with my hardness and feeling its delightful shudderings as the vaginal muscles rippled and clenched in mounting response.
"Ohhhhhh!" Kitty screamed. She had felt my cock give that suggestive jerk and knew that I was about to blast my come into her belly. It was all she needed to shove her over the edge into another orgasm and this one was the one she had been waiting for, for fifteen years.
"Uuuuunnn Ggg Hhh!"
I pulled my cock almost out and let the first spurt lubricate the convulsing passageway even more, its hot blast triggering the undulating milking of her vaginal muscles.
"Aaaagggghhhhh!" I rammed nine inches of exploding prick into her and gave her the second jet directly against her womb mouth, feeling the hot suction as that greedy organ drew the sperm into its writhing folds.
"Uuuhhhh! Uuuuhhhhh! Uuuuhhh!"
With short, vicious jabs, I rammed in and out, deep and hard, spilling my cream with grunts of ecstasy until her spasming cunt had sucked the last thick streamer from my throbbing prick.
For a long time after our hips had stopped jerking, she couldn't speak. She grabbed my head and covered my face with kisses, her lips wet and panting, her tongue licking at my own open mouth in wild lashings. Her pussy kept squeezing my cock, tightening almost painfully about my fully hilted prong.
"It's so good!" she gasped, when she could finally speak. "Oh my God! It's so good! I didn't know it would feel so wonderful! Don't take it out, Uncle Steve! Please! It feels so big and hot inside me!"
Since I had already pumped two loads into her, one into her greedily sucking mouth and the other into that equally greedy cunt, I wasn't sure I could summon up another. But I hadn't reckoned with the persuasive power of a fifteen-year-old pussy that has just had its first taste of honest-to-God screwing.
Within minutes, I was pumping away again, sliding in and out of her like a battering ram and making her cry out with each thrust. It was easier going, for between the two of us, we had lubricated that vagina until it was like shoving through a mass of wriggling, hot oysters that had developed a hundred tiny mouths and were all sucking at my prick as it pushed and pulled through their powerful grip.
Kitty's pussy was one of those rare anatomical wonders which seems to develop an immediate ability to do exactly what it is supposed to. As my cock plunged in, stretching the vaginal walls until every nerve was exposed, she relaxed the muscles so that the sensation was that of forcing my way through hot wet folds that shivered and trembled about my entering prick. Then, just as the head buried itself in the yielding depths, the pussy lips tightened about the base of my shaft and the grip raced inward, squeezing my cock with an undulating convulsion that was repeated again and again as I drew back for another thrust. All of that action was in addition to the steady grinding of her ass, the quick upward lurch of her pelvis to meet the descent of my hips and the unpredictable rolling of the waterbed.
I didn't even slow down when she gasped her way into a new climax. While her pussy sucked and shivered, I kept right on driving in and out, making her squeal with each deep thrust of my nine-inch pole.
We were both sweating, our bodies sliding and plopping as I hunched away, fucking her with a rhythm that she matched perfectly with that grinding and milking cuntal caress. Her legs alternated between climbing high on my back and lowering so she could dig her heels into the bed and add extra leverage to her responsive thrust.
I counted five gurgling orgasms before my own pleasure soared into ecstasy and I short-stroked that dripping, clutching pussy with savage jabs until my semen spurted in to soothe the wildly convulsing womb.
Still joined, we rolled over and lay panting, kissing and grinning at each other like a couple of idiots until my cock slipped out of her pussy as it shrank to a limp, drained organ that dangled wet and sticky against my thigh.
Kitty sat up, extending her legs and spreading them, staring down at the matted hairs about her reddened slit. The flushed membranes oozed a thick whiteness, part of the two loads of come I had pumped into her belly.
"Ummmm!" she said softly, cupping her breasts and squeezing them until the flesh bulged between her fingers. "It feels like I'm full of come!"
"It looks like it, too," I grinned. "You take the shower first and I'll make us some drinks."
She leaned over and took my limp cock between her lips, rolling the head about with her hot tongue and sucking it with gentle tugs. Releasing it, she gave me an impish grin.
"Don't let that thing get away!" she warned, climbing over my legs. A trickle of jism rolled down the inside of one thigh as she stood up. Giggling, she wiggled into the bathroom.
I wobbled into the living room and gulped a jigger of bourbon straight before mixing a couple of stiff ones. My balls were almost back to normal and my prick had even gone so far as to lift its head a little at the prospect of another battle with that delicious slit.
Kitty came in, still running a towel over those lovely curves and walked into my arms, parting her lips for my kiss. Two minutes later, we were on the couch and my cock was slipping back into that spasming vagina for another session.